He is Risen....

...if by 'he' you meant to say:
cinnamon buns!

wordimus prime, ninjas,
it's oh-so-healthy easter-time breakfast-time.
easter buns,
with cinnamon-sugary, buttery, bloppity,
gloppity, over-the-toppity, bunny-hoppity,
sticky finger-lickity, soft-consistency intensity, neighbors.
yep.
ridiculously overstuffed.
bursting out of the pan,
dripping with dopeness, kids.
and with an extra saucy slather of confectioner's driz, too.
icy, son!
c'mon:

i'd come back from the dead too for one of these!
...speaking of that noise-
the easter bear (bunnies aren't nearly eleveny enough)
came through and dropped of a couple of candybean baskets!

nice.
totally vegan candies,
just in case sharing meant caring around here.
we wouldn't wan't to miss out, right?
i'm sayin'.

the big fun keeps going,
even though the trip is essentially over.
vacation, duders.
success.
too much is the right amount,
unless you're referring to the 'assachussetts drive later on.
less of that would be pretty alright.
however,
the whole damn fam is road-tripping,
for the last possible gulps of togetherness we can scoople up.
holidays with my family,
even when they are holidays i don't care about,
are what it's all about.
the spirits and memories of real life.
it's happening;
never quiet, never soft.....